AN: Hello! I know, I know, I should be posting the next chapter of Emerald, but this has been in the works for even longer. As for Emerald, you all should know that the entire story, in total, is almost 6,000 words, not counting author's notes. And, I am combining all five nights with the first few chapters of Harry Potter. Anyway, enjoy!

I own nothing.

Giada Draven, out.

It was a normal day at Number 4 Privet Drive. Dudley had sat in front of the telly all day, Petunia had gossiped over the phone, and Vernon was due to come home at anytime. And little Harry, the orphaned nephew that they had taken 'out of the kindness of their hearts', was cooking dinner. In a normal household, this would be odd, because young Harry was only 5 at the time, but the poor boy had been made to cook since he could stand.

This evening was normal, until Vernon came home from work. For him, it hadn't been a good day. His secretary had quit, and his boss had demoted him. So, in Vernon's mind, that meant that the 'Freak' did something unnatural again. He was tired of it, and was going to get rid of his nephew once and for all.

Harry was placing the last dish on a platter when the front door slammed open. "Boy!" Vernon shouted. "What did you do this time!? I lost my job because of you!" Harry froze, knowing that he probably wasn't going to see light again for a while.

Vernon stormed into the kitchen, knocking over a chair in his rampage. "I know you did something. Boy, I'm tired of it. It's about time I get rid of you once and for all." He spat out each word as if they were poison. Harry started to panic. Even though he was young, he knew that he was going to die. If only there was a way he could defend himself from his uncle.

"Uncle Vernon, please. I didn't do anythi-" Harry tried to calm the walrus-like man, but Vernon started to strangle him mid sentence. He was picked up by his neck, and was unable to breath. Just as the edges of his vision were darkening, he was abruptly dropped to the ground. He could hear screaming, and upon looking over he found his uncle on the ground, screeching and trying to cover his face. When his hands moved, Harry could see that Vernon's face was covered in an acid-like substance, and it was burning his uncle's face off.

The screaming stopped suddenly, and Vernon went limp, obviously dead. Petunia came into the room, and shrieked when she found that she could see the muscle and bones in her husband's face. Upon looking up, she saw her nephew staring at Vernon as well, and assumed the worst. "Freak!" she screamed out. "You killed him, didn't you?!" Petunia looked as if she was about to pop, she was turning such a vivid red. Harry didn't know how he had made the acid appear, but he knew that it had felt good when he had. So, he wished that he had a bottle of it, for him to use on his aunt and cousin. In his hands was a bottle of green liquid, the same colour as his eyes. He sprayed the smallest bit, and his aunt dropped dead on the spot.

Going into the living room, where Dudley was still watching the telly. "Oh, Dudders!" Harry said in a sing- song voice. When Vernon had strangled him, he had lost it; now, he just wanted to get revenge on those who wronged him. AKA those that he didn't like.

Hearing this voice, Dudley shuddered. He had heard the yelling, but had assumed that the Freak had done something wrong; now, he had a feeling that something bad had happened, and his cousin had something to do with it.

"Harry," he said. "What happened? Where are Mom and Dad?" Dudley was afraid, because Harry had the look of a murderer on his face. He was smiling, and his face was tilted in a way that would make you think his neck broken. In his hand was a small spray bottle filled with green liquid, which somehow matched his eyes perfectly.

Harry kept on smiling, and shook his head. "Oh, Dudley," he said in a condescending tone. Dudley knew that something big was about to happen, because Harry never used that tone with anyone. "I think it's time you goin your darling parents, don't you? Come along, and you can choose which one you are more like." He knew better to argue, even though he wanted to run to his friend Pierce's house.

Getting up, Dudley followed his cousin to the kitchen door. "So," Harry started. "Tell me, who do think you are more like? Vernon, or Petunia?"

Dudley thought about it for a moment, forgetting about the potential danger posed by his cousin. "Uh, I guess Dad, because I act a lot like him. I wish I was more like Mum, though; she could always handle her temper better than Dad could." Dudley sincerely looked as if he wanted to be like his mother.

Harry looked at him for a moment, then somehow lifted up two bottles, when before there was only one. The new bottle was misty, and had clear liquid in it. "Well, since you are indecisive, let's play a game, shall we? You pick a bottle and have it sprayed on you. After that… Well, you'll just have to wait and see." Harry held up his hands, showing off the bottles as best he could.

Dudley stared at him, not knowing whether he should trust the younger boy. "Okay, I choose the clear one." Dudley didn't know why, but he hoped with all his heart that he had guessed correctly. He had a feeling that if he didn't, it would not end well for him.

Harry lifted the bottle and pressed the small trigger once, causing a few drops to come out. "Good job, Duddikins! That was just water, while the other one would have killed you instantly. Now, I want you to run off to your friends and tell them about a strange boy who had poisons and potions, and used them against your parents and cousin. You will not tell them of me, but of Potionem Domino, the Potion Master. Now, shoo." Harry whispered the last part, and Dudley bolted out of there. He did exactly what he was told, too.

In that small area of Privet Drive, the only thing to be talked about was the killing of 'those nice people in number 4, and that delinquent nephew of theirs'. That, and the fact that their son was talking about some strange boy being the one to kill them, saying that he went by the name Potionem Domino. To the more superstitious, it sounded like an urban legend come to life.